Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2011 16:22:10 -0700
From: Zack McNaught
Subject: Making Him Mine (M/b(13), anal)
Disclaimer: NOT my usual fare! If you're tuning in to read a love story,
forget it. This is about a cold, hard, possessing fuck between a man and a
thirteen year old boy. It is short and to the point (just how I like little
dicks!), and I wrote it to get myself off. Hope you enjoy it anyway.
Cheers,
Zack
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Making Him Mine, aka Fuck
His hole gaped slightly, still loose from the penetration of my fingers.
Its redenned rim was a reminder that this wasn't normal for him, that this
wasn't easy, but as he knelt on all fours in front of me, slender ankles
and feet sticking out over the edge of the bed, I resolved to fuck him
anyway. He had asked, had wanted to know what it felt like, had insisted
that he was old enough. The damn boy had even done his research, and
informed me that, at the age of thirteen (and three days!) he was old
enough to have sex if he lived in Spain. I hadn't taken the time to halt
our lovemaking to check up on his facts, but he rarely lied and hated to be
proven wrong, so I suspected he told the truth.
My dick throbbed in front of me, standing upright of its own accord, not
needing the play of my fingers along its shaft to bring it to full
hardness. I hadn't felt the inner rock hardness I now felt since I was a
young boy, and that was because I was about to fulfil a fantasy I had long
thought would never be realised. God, how I dreamed of fucking a boy, of
feeling the tight ring of muscle retreating along the length of my shaft,
of feeling the vice-like grip of his innards on my dick. I'd fucked a
virgin girl once, and had some idea of what was coming, but this time it
was to be the real deal.
He was well lubed from all the KY I had pushed into his little hole. Even
as I watched, a twitch of his colon sent a glob of it dripping down his
perineum, across the wrinkled, hairless skin of his sack and off into the
bedclothes with a silent splat. It was tinged brown, and for a moment I
felt a little disgust for what I was about to do. Lust, though, is a foil
for all other emotions, and I needed so badly to be in him that nothing
would truly prevent me from attaining my goal.
I walked up to the bed, smearing the last of the lubricant from my fingers
onto the shaft of my dick, and with my left hand took hold of my
manhood. My right I placed on his hip to steady him, as with my guiding
hand I led my now-dripping tool to the entrance to his bowels. He jolted
slightly as the tip of the pucker of my foreskin touched the wrinkled skin
of his hole, but forced himself to relax back into me, arching his back
until the closing hole grew a little wider.
I pressed forward, lending my left hand to the effort of holding his hips
in place, the tip of my dick seated so firmly in his hole that there was no
need for its support. The tight ring of muscle at the entrance to him held
onto my foreskin, peeling it back over my head as the blunt helmet pushed
through into the boy's insides. When there was no more skin to pull back I
paused, feeling the head and a fraction of the shaft embedded in the warmth
of him. I heard him breathing heavily, panting almost, as if in agony, but
there was no promised cry to halt if it became too much.
I felt around his hips and into his smooth crotch for his dick, finding it
soft, indeed shrivelled, the shaft retracted within him, his foreskin
bunched over a shrunked head. No amount of working by my hand could
reinvigorate it, and his balls were drawn tightly up in their sack as if in
fear. He would be gaining little pleasure from our union, I knew, but he
had asked, insisted almost, and I am only a weak boylover, not a
superhuman.
Contented to find my own pleasure and to take the coupling as his gift to
me, I pushed froward again. Three inches of my rather slender dick were
within him when I felt I could go no further. Indeed, there seemed little
need, as what portion of me was within him was subject to such intense heat
and pressure that I felt I would be overcome were any more of my shaft to
enter him. I rocked my hips experiementally, shocked at the sight of his
pucker stretched back out of him on the wihdrawal, and pushed deep inside
the cleft of his arse on the forward stroke.
This gentle fucking I kept up until something wondrous happened. With a
deep sigh, I felt the muscles in his bowels give way fully, and sudenly he
was loose. I surged forward, astonished to find myself buried to the
fullest extent within him. I pulled back and thurst again, feeling an
overwhleming sense of power as I plowed into him. This was it. This was the
moment of my possession of him. I fucked him as I would fuck a girl, hard
thrusts, my hips slapping loudly against his arse as I penetrated him to
the maximum of my ability.
I felt my orgasm building rapidly, but before it had a chance to surge over
me I felt a wetness splashing against the inside of my thighs. I looked
down, not bothering to slow the pace of my fucking, and saw little golden
droplets being flung this way and that beneath us both. With a start, I
realised that it was his piss, foced from his wildly bouncing dick by the
intruder which raided his abdomen, pressing against his organs. I felt a
pang of guilt, but it was washed from me instantly by the overwhelming,
unstoppable sensations of my building climax.
I pounded him as hard as I could as pleasure overtook me. Semen streamed
from the tip of my manhood into the heat of his bowels, and yet I continued
to thrust until it was forced out around my shaft, flung this way and that
to mingle with the droplets of his urine which were already soaking into
the sheets. With my last surging ejaculation I pushed so hard into him that
we collapsed fromward onto the bed, my weight crushing him, my hips bending
and twisting to force as much of myself into him as I could.
He lay silently, half beneath me, only nodding when I asked him if he was
ok. I smothered those parts of his face that I could reach with kisses,
telling him how amazing he was, how much I loved him, what a great fuck he
had been.
He buried his face in the crook of his arm and said nothing. I had ruined
him, and now I possessed him.